Don’t Go To Dongo: Open borders
Last week we drove about 45 minutes up along the western shore to the village of Menaggio. On April 26, 1945 Mussolini passed through there and then turned inland headed to Switzerland. He spent his final night as a free man in Grandola ed Uniti. After Menaggio we also followed the inland route and headed up to Grandola. The road there is a state road that connects with Lugano in Switzerland. There wasn’t much to look for in the village, but we followed a road, Via alle Alpi, that headed way up to the village of Naggio. From there we had a great view of the lake and the Alps, but when we asked the locals for ways to get to Switzerland, they only referred us back down the mountain to the state road. The state road continues for a little while along Lago di Piano, a smaller lake, before arriving to the shores of Lake Lugano and up to the border control. The afternoon was still fine and the road was pretty so we continued all the way to the border. Hoping for some encounter to provide material for our performance we arrived at the border only to be waved through. No stop, no control, no passport check, nothing.
I made it to Switzerland without a problem. We kept driving through to Lugano and then we were free, in Switzerland.
